- B4 Peace May Edition: Peaceful Art (ellynbaker.wordpress.com)
Humanity appeals to its people but they listen not. Were one to listen, and console a mother by wiping her tears, other would say He is weak, affected by sentiment.
Thou art my brother because you are human, and we both are sons of one Holy Spirit; we are equal and made of the same earth.
You are here as my companion along the path of life, and my aid in understanding the meaning of hidden Truth. You are a human, and, that fact sufficing, I love you as a brother. You may choose, for Tomorrow shall take you away and will use your talk as evidence for his judgment, and shall receive justice.
Beautiful words of Peace and understanding. If only more Humans would listen.
In other words….
Why can’t we be friends, Why can’t we be friends… 🙂
I bring not thy peace but thy sword;
for God’s will is his way.
The devil may reap his rewards
but in the end will join them.
There will be shadows in light
but wills of darkness condemns
them in barrows where they
to rot and fade away
until the end of days,
When legends are forgot
and lore becomes a myth
Good lives on
in the heart of pure warriors
who fought Evil in its highest
True light shall prevail
in face of battle
100 can overcome 1,000
If courageous and fearless stand
facing the same Shadows
that once in darkness dwelled
let them not cross the light
that hides their true form
for if they hide they will
never be found
fading into other forms
poseurs of Peace and Love
with faces hateful and grim
no one will want to judge them
and “hurt” their little whims.
But instead we feed them
and we let them grow
and in the end we’re left
with hard fists and no risks
So in closing destroy Evil in its wake
and let say what they will…
Because Evil knows no compromise
and like dreams of devils in paradise
they are not here to stay.
*History note*: The image I chose is of Imam Ali’s Sword Zhul-Fekar (its name). This sword has never come down on an innocent men and has never been used in anger, It has only been used to fight in Gods name and nothing else, For a tool of war it is the purest weapon in history. The last battle that Zhul-fekar was seen in is the Battle of Karbala, it was used by the Imam Hussien( a.s),passed down to him from his brother Imam Hassan (a.s) from their Father Imam Ali (a.s) after their murders. Zhul-Fekar disappeared after Karbala and no one claims to have looted it,(they would have loved to boast about claiming it as a booty of war) It is believed that it will resurface with our 12th Imam, Imam Mahdi (a.a.f).
Departing in the dark of night
I leave behind familiar tunes
of you and I and what was and used to be
wordless joys and hopeful dreams
we were like doves nestled in an olive tree
embracing peaceful serenity
we raised our own
taught them to soar
spreading peace and razing calamities
For in our youth
we spread only truth
and left all vile behind
never looking back to notice
The arrowhead that pierced your naked heart
We were caught aghast
Unbeknownst of the targets
Now I stand upon your grave
my little white dove
who died so brave
buried in the dark of night
without a cry
without a parade
of loved one to send you on your way
to the paradise of never withering blooms
and never ending days
My tears run streams across my
heart trailing into my troubled mind
Contemplating what was taken away so soon
Our love was pure
Clean and to some very strange
But it is love still
No matter the critics
Or the Quills
For we are not Romeo and Juliet
Nor Qias and Leila can compare
We are the beams
Of the early sunrise
We are the roots of the eternal tree
Fatima and Ali.
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